Sibella

When 19 year old Hannah ends up pregnant by Harry Styles after a one night stand, he makes it clear that he doesn't want anything to do with her or the baby. Now Hannah has to make the hardest choice of her life... WHAT WILL SHE DO? DOES SHE KEEP IT OR GET RIDE OF IT OR PUT IT UP FOR??? READ AND FIND OUT!

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4. Chapter 3

**15 Years Later**

Lately, I'm sick of hearing the words "I'm sorry for your loss." I've heard it enough over the past week and it just makes me mad. Why are they sorry for me losing my mom to cancer? Most of the people saying it to me are doctors, nurses, lawyers and social workers and people I could really care less about. Hearing the same old phrase just makes me want to cry again, but I've ran out of tears. It's not physcially possible for me to cry anymore. My mom was a good woman raised me well and on her own. She told me the complete truth about everyting when she became terminal. She and my father had a one-time fling, he said he didn't want to be with her so she raised me on her own. She told me everything except who he was. To be honest-- I don't care. This man abandoned me and my mom because he didn't feel like take responsibility for his actions. Who the hell did he think he was? But my mom is gone, what other option do I have but to find my father? I don't care if he never wanted me... I need him now more then ever. I walked into the office of the lawyer managing my mom's affairs. He wasn't a good one, mind you. We were never well off, always struggling financially, but we had each other. He was a pro-bona lawyer who volunteered his time for those living in the projects, and he was a close family friend who was the clostest thing to a father I ever had.

"Hi Uncle Ben." I greeted him as I walked into his office, accompanied by this annoying social worker named Susan who finally gave up on trying to get me to talk about my feelings on the car ride over here.

"Sibella." He stood and gave me a hug. "I'm so sorry fo-"

"Please." I cut him off. "I'm just really tired of hearing that." Realising I may have been rude, I said Sorry.

"No need. I understand." He gave me a small smile adn we sat around a coffee tabled to review my mom's will and testament. Of course she had left everything to me-- which wasn't much. When I was looking some documents, I found my birth certificate. 

I'm finally going to find out who my father is.

"Harold Edward Styles." I said aloud interrupting a conversation between Susan and Uncle Ben.

"Pardon?" Susan asked

"My father." I turned the cerificate around and pointed to the name. "My father's name is Harold Edward Styles."

"Why does that sound so familiar?" Uncle Ben went to google and did a search for the name, we were all shocked to see what came up.

Harold Edward Styles, better known as Harry Styles was a member of the british-boy band "One Direction" which was formed in 2010. Ever since the band split in 2017. Styles has launched a solo career along with former One Direction members Liam Payne and Zayn Malik.

"No." I shook my head. "It can't be the same man. My father isn't a celebrity." I'm not believing that. There are probably hundreds of people with that name.

"Wait, here's a note from Hannah." Susan started slowly unfolding a piece of paper, too slow for my likings. I rolled my eye and snatched it from her hands, unfolding it quickly. I don't care if I'm acting arrogant or rude. I'm reading this first.

To whom it may concern,

Regarding my daughter, Sibella Jade Pearce's birth certificate. Sibella's father is Harold Edward Styles-- member of One Direction. This information is only to be released to Sibella upon my death. Harry believes Sibella was never born because of some misunderstand-- but he knew I was pregnant with her and he knew he was the father. Do not let him tell you otherwise. In the event of my death, full custody of Sibella Jade Pearceis to be handed over to Harold Edward Styles as I know he will be a loving father and a good man. 

Signed,

Hannah Marie Pearce.

I traced my mother's signature with my finger and mulled it over. My father... is Harry Styles? The famous singer and former member of One Direction? How is this possible? Personal feelings aside... I need him. He's all I've got left. I looked up at Uncle Ben and asked,

"Can you please call my father?"

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*Harry's P.O.V.*

"Thank you, Cheshire!" I said into the microphone. "You've been a lovely audience, it's always great to come back home! Love you all." I shouted and ran off the stage waving while the crowd went wild. I set my ear-piece on the table and took a drink of ice water. Why is it always so bloody hot on stage? I remember my One Direction days, having to dance around in blazers and chinos-- it was horrible. It's not much better now though. Sure my style of music has changed and I don't have the lads with me, but I'm enjoying life now. I'm married to a beatiful wonam named Elena and we ahve a gorgeous 6 year old named Charlotte.

"You were amazing honey." Elena said.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Charolette yelled

~Skipping there convo~

My phone started to ring.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Harry, It's Michael." Michael Davis is my lawyer what could he want?

"Michael, what's up?"

"What's up?!" He sounded stressed. "Harry I asked you when we had our first meeting about if any of you previous relationships could have any elements that might drift over into you present life. And YOU SAID NO! Well... you lied!"

"What are you talking about, Mike?" I was so confused.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you have another daughter?!" He yelled

"Because I don't!" I motioned for Elena to follow me into the hall "Hold on Mike. Elena's here I'm putting you on speaker."

"Why didn't you tell me you had a daughter with another woman before Elena?" He asked calmly

"I didn't have another daughter." I growled "Hannah had an abortion

"Are you talking about Hannah Pearce?"

"Thats the one." I said rubbing my head

"Well according to some files that I've been seent, Hannah Pearce gace birth to a girl named Sibella Jade Pearce 15 years ago."

I sunk to the floor in shock. Hannah want's lying to me, she didn't abort Sibella. I'm such an idiot! Why didn't I believe her?

"Harry? You still there?"

"Hannah... HAnnah told me she was getting an abortion. Then she called me 6 months later asking me to come meet my daughter... I thought she was playing some sick mind games with me. Oh my g- Sibella's alive. My baby girl's alive." I started to cry tears of joy.

"Yes she's alive, and this is the reason that I called. She's your responsibility now."

"What do you mean?"

"Harry... Hannah died of cancer last week. She named you as legal guardian of Sibella."

"Hannah is dead?" I felt sadness rush over me but happiness at the same time that Sibella is alive.

"Yes I'm afraid so. We've put Sibella in a temporary foster home because she has no living family. But she did say she wants to live with her father-- whoever he may be."

"I...I-"

"Of course." Elena answered for me. "We would love to have Sibella be a part of our family."

"Sounds great." Michael said. "I'll fill out all the legal documents then we'll have you both come in and sign all the correct papers, then Sibella will be legally be you daughter."

"When can we have this done by? I want to see her ASAP!" I rushed to say

"It's not much I can have it all done by tomorrow if you can come to my London office by then."

"We can." I answered, "Shall we say 4 pm?"

"Yes, I'll call Sibella's social worker now."

"Ok... Thank you Mike. Thank you so much."

"My pelasure. Have a good one Harry, Elena."

"Thanks Michael." Elena smiled sweetly and I hung up the phone still not having left my place on the floor. Elena sat next to me and held me while I cried a mix of happy and sad tears. I'm thrilled that Sibella is alive. that I get to finally be her father. But my heart ached for Hannah. I can't believe how foolish I was in not believing her for acting like such an ass. And now she's dead, so I can't tell her how sorry I am. That will always be my biggest regret.

 

 

 

 

 

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